Talking Quietly of Anything With You

Trains and school busses, sidewalks and narrow streets I'm still getting used to the landscape of a city Talking quietly of anything with you Your face in the lamplight, I wanna frame it I used to cover my ears It took my years to believe I could be quiet and still uncompromising Talking quietly of anything with you Soup on the stove Tonight, there is a moat around us Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh Ooh-ooh, ooh Music under the door We're not old but we're getting older What will we keep on our coffee tables? We're getting older